Dare Kings

Chapter 28: Seizure

I stood leaned on the wall while Brendan lay flat on his stomach on the bench and Jax sat bikeway on it, his feet dangling at the sides.

The only noise we could hear was the shackling of keys, shouting of jailers, and Brendan humming the adventure time theme song.

A police officer walked past us and went to open another cell, and I growled in annoyance.

He passed us about five times, and it was never our turn to leave.

Like come on, we've been in here for five hours, and it smelt like shit.

My uncle was surely doing this to spite me because he was not far from here.

Probably upstairs sitting and waiting and for what?! Me to stuffer.

"Tristan!" Sang Brendan, lifting and leaning his chin on the bench while still laying down. "I going to get us out of trouble, guys! You said, and I quote!"

Oh, sweet Jesus...

"Tristan, Brendan, Jax? Come on!" About time.

Well, let's say things went left for us but of course after it went right!

We got to do our dare, but yes, we got in trouble. Huge trouble as you could tell.

Flashback

"I am going to distract them, and you try getting one of the motorcycles," I explained to the guys.

We were risking a lot for a motorcycle, but sure, we were going to return it. After we get a spin

Our dares were always risky, and we won't back down.

We exited the car and started our way towards the mountainous height bikers. The guys and I parted, and I went towards them while Brendan went for the motorcycle and Jax for lookout. Probably, should have thought about that one.

I walked over to them, and all of the bikers turned to look at me.

"Yo," I said, and no one said anything. Not awkward at all. "Cool jackets and I love these motorcycles-"

"What're you doing, boi? Move along this is grown men zone," one of the men with a beard touching his so-hard chest said with a quite, sturdy tone.

"Who said I wasn't grown? Thirty was the age, and I was only passing through, saw you guys with those oh-so-cool jackets and was loving the cycles," I said, glancing at the side where Brendan hopped onto one of the motorcycles, but as you would've guessed, something had to happen...

He fell over, luckily, without a sound.

Repeatedly, slapping myself in the face, mentally.

Of course, painfully.

"My son needs some options on some motorcycle," I said. "He just turned sixteen," I whispered to them. "Was kinda a player back in the days, so I got him young. I don't even look old myself," I gave them a manly smile. "Veggies and water to be this flawless," definitely not awkward.

I glanced back at Brendan, and he was, lying on his back. I angrily glanced at Jax, and he was disputing, then finally went towards him, smacking his hand behind Brendan's head then grabbed the motorcycle from his body.

"Well, you came to the right men. We have a lot of different types of motorcycles here-"

"Hey! Kid! What the fuck are they doin'!" Oh shit! One of the guys caught them while coming from the pub.

All the other guys turned towards them. Ah, shit cover blew. "Oh, look, there are two teenage boys WHO I DON'T KNOW stealing a motorcycle," I said, slowly stepping back.